The Past As Prologue Novels & Stories

"I'm an archivist for a private collection. We deal in lost histories. Forgotten artifacts. The debris of other people's lives. And you, Alex, have the look of someone who has just been dropped into a story with the first several chapters torn out." Her words were so close to the truth they felt like a physical blow. I flinched, a barely perceptible movement, but I saw her catch it. Her sharp eyes missed nothing. "I can help you," she said, her voice dropping even lower. "I can't give you your past back. No one can. But I might be able to help you find the beginning of your future. Every story has breadcrumbs. A prologue. A place where it all started." Hope, wild and terrifying, bloomed in m

--- Evolve. --- Or fail. --- Just like them. --- Elena opened her eyes. --- Steady. --- Certain. --- And yet— --- Different. --- Because she understood now. --- There was no going back to what had been. --- No restoring the past. --- No rebuilding the system as it was. --- No reclaiming what she had lost. --- Only forward. --- Only what came next. --- Victor exhaled slowly. --- “So this is it.” --- A pause. ---

Someone who knows exactly what he had passed through. The silence lingered. Isabella and Kunle exchanged glances. They were having issues with Jordan still lost in his world, only being dutiful. And here is Tina, talking like Jordan. Seems these two would make a great pair as friends. Isabella stood up and went to stand beside Tina, she placed her hands on her shoulders and gave it a soft squeeze. " That's one of those things in this life. But we can't keep living in the past, please don't say that again…" she coaxed.

The houses were on each side of the street, and the street went on forever. "What....what is happening?" Kasey shakily asked, her mind already concluding. "It's the souls of the dead... replaying scenes of their lives..." Belasco softly said, sorrow coating his words. "I'm also known as the lord of the lost. These souls will never be free. Not one person has managed to break their cycle since eons ago... These are my people. But yet...I can't help them." Kasey fell quiet, letting Belasco continue leading her to the other side of the street and through another alley. All the way until they reach what looked like it could've been a farming field. But nothing grew. It was now just dried soil. "